There’s a man inside MY television set.
He’s trying to sell me something
but I’m not WORRIED
because I know how far away he is.
I know that HE couldn’t reach me
       in a million YEARS
       or thirty BILLION dollars;
       although, he has both to spare.
He’s telling me about the END of the world,
but I’m not worried
because I know THAT
worse things
       could happen
              And in many cases ALREADY have

I dropped a bag of cement TODAY
The DUST made me cough
But I don’t mind because it was VERY heavy
                     I was tired anyway
I’m always tired
                     Despite the fact that it is socially unacceptable
And extremely TIME consuming

YOU’RE lying next to me.
You’re wide AWAKE
and
I’m sorry,
But you know I had GOOD intentions
It was greed that got in the way
I dreamt about YOU  every night
I really didn’t mean to
but I never got a chance to speak.
     Please
     I’m not making EXCUSES
     I’m explaining MY ineptitudes
     You know that I’m entranced by you
     And for that
     I’m sorry
I HOPE you can’t hear me
And I HOPE you can be cruel
I also HOPE that the war will end
Who do I think I’m kidding?

I knew that I should have stayed away
from beautiful people,
but I WANTED to pretend
that I had more to offer you
than my empty bag of cement
and MILES of dusty road.
So I held you and I smiled,
and you felt obliged to do the same;
       you really SHOULD have stood up.
       I’m not worth your pain.
       I’m barely worth MINE.
I need to stop pretending.
I need to stop seeing myself from REFLECTIONS off your eyes.

       I am a broken window;
unfortunately,
       I’m also a cold wind.